Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Time ticked by, second by second... The couple remained seated on the sofa in their mansion, quietly waiting. Google Search Read

Lucius frequently glanced at the fireplace in their home, and then turned to look at the wind rustling through the grounds outside. He seemed even more agitated than Narcissa, who was Charlie's own sister.

Narcissa rose and unhurriedly walked to the liquor cabinet in the corner of the hall, selecting a fine bottle of wine and taking three glasses.

She placed the wine and glasses on the long table in the entrance hall.

"Lucius, would you like a drink first? You seem even more nervous than Draco," Narcissa said, turning to her husband with an amused smile.

"..." Lucius didn't reply, but turned his head to look at his wife.

His gaze lingered for a moment, seemingly with a hint of hesitation.

After a long pause, he finally nodded.

"Alright, pour me a glass. I... I'm a little thirsty."

Narcissa turned away, her smile widening slightly. She didn't call out Lucius's "thirst" pretense, but gently removed the cork with its faint oak aroma and poured wine into two glasses.

Holding a glass in one hand, she returned to her seat and handed one to him.

"Hopefully, this will make you less... thirsty."

Lucius didn't respond, as if he hadn't noticed the teasing in his wife's words. He lowered his eyes, took the goblet, looked at the amber liquid inside, and drank it all in one gulp, like a boorish outsider.

After finishing the glass, he finally seemed more at ease. He raised his head, looked at his wife, and gave a rare smile.

Narcissa returned a slight smile and took a dainty sip of her wine.

"Click, click, click, click..."

Inside the clock on the wall, the gears turned, making a faint clicking sound.

Although the sound was small, it was the only thing making any noise in the otherwise silent hall.

"Chime..."

After an unknown amount of time... as the hour hand struck ten, the deep chime echoed throughout the mansion.

"It seems you still don't understand him enough..."

Lucius raised his head, looked at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help but sigh.

Yet, he couldn't discern whether that sigh contained regret or happiness.

Narcissa's glass was already empty. A slight flush had appeared on her cheeks, not strong, but noticeable against her extraordinarily pale skin.

"It seems my understanding of him has remained stuck in his childhood..."

Narcissa pursed her lips, revealing a somewhat stiff smile, and replied.

Although she didn't say much, after so many years of marriage, Lucius could naturally hear the disappointment in her words.

But he didn't offer any comfort, and nodded instead.

"Go tell Draco the news, tell him not to wait anymore, and to go to sleep..."

After saying this, he paused and continued.

"The bottle is already open..."

Hearing his words, Narcissa raised her beautiful eyebrows and said with a smile,

"Then perhaps when I return, we can have a few more drinks."

Lucius lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

But Narcissa knew that this meant he agreed.

Narcissa slowly walked upstairs to the second floor, while Lucius went to the long table and refilled the two empty glasses.

Turbid air slowly escaped his nostrils. Perhaps due to the alcohol, he sat down in the chair next to the long table, and couldn't help but recall his first encounter with Charlie Black.

At that time, the "House-Elf Liberation Front," which was slowly rising and had completely different ideas from his own, was undoubtedly a thorn in the Dark Lord's side.

Unfortunately, the intense conflict between himself and the Order of the Phoenix made it impossible for him to spare any more strength to find trouble with the House-Elf Liberation Front.

Moreover, he had to admit... those lowly creatures in his eyes, when they truly gathered together, would be an extremely terrifying force.

Therefore, Voldemort changed his mind.

He planned to send his Death Eaters to carry out a decapitation strike against Charlie Black, the leader and core of the House-Elf Liberation Front.

He firmly believed that once Charlie, as the leader, was dead, the remaining so-called House-Elf Liberation Front would be nothing more than an empty shell and would disintegrate on its own without requiring any further effort.

Having made up his mind, Voldemort carefully selected forty elite followers from his subordinates to carry out this task.

Lucius was one of the forty chosen.

Although Voldemort attached great importance to this matter and even made thorough preparations, personally learning about Charlie's movements and drawing up a plan.

However, just when everyone thought that things were under control, reality slapped Voldemort hard in the face.

In the suburbs of Merseyside, when forty Death Eaters surrounded that young man with a naive face, who had just graduated from Hogwarts not long ago, the true anomaly occurred.

Faced with forty wands poised to strike, this young man formally demonstrated his terrifying power to the world for the first time.

A hazy mist spread from an unknown source, instantly depriving everyone of all their senses.

Even the Lumos spell could not penetrate this despairing fog...

The next moment, the ground cracked, trembled, and shook.

As the glowing lights on his wand flickered, huge pillars of rock pierced out from the cracking ravines, messy and staggered, but interconnected to form walls, sealing all forty Death Eaters and himself within...

Amidst the earth-shattering "rumbling" sound, in this sealed area, it was as if the entire earth had become an extension of his limbs...

He waved the wand in his hand, manipulating it wantonly, turning the ground into soft waves.

The rising and falling waves were like a ruthless meat grinder. Accompanied by the wailing, those so-called elites didn't even have a chance to touch Charlie's clothes before being ground into mincemeat...

Only Lucius, when he saw the rising thick fog, realized that something was wrong. His precise sixth sense seemed to be stimulated in an instant.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fog had not yet enveloped him, he directly performed a decisive "Apparition" and disappeared from the spot.

He ran to a distant location and watched the battle from afar.

When the other party left, he had returned to the original place to check... However, everything had disappeared. The ground was as before, but the piles of minced meat seemed to have been licked clean by monsters, without even leaving bloodstains.